Real

Picking up the pieces of the puzzle
 Fragments of life gone and to go
 Those whom I loved I heard along the way
 The fucking narcissist in my younger days
 Used despotism to light the way
 I had to move fast not to be a slave
 That's the price of a back hauling steel
 For something you all call
 Real
 Real
 And I feel compelled to tell you
 How good fortune has always been with me
 Like you I live in a matrix
 (of tricks)
 Don't be blind to its slavery
 Death will surely become me
 So why be afraid to live
 Without war, greed, and judgements
 I know you're guilty, but you won't say that you are
 Remember that this life's a passing through
 To something that's
 Real
 Something that's real
 Something that's real
 Something that's real
 Something that's...